Chapter 1002: Chapter 780: Now
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At this moment, under the global surveillance of mirrors, the clouds above the sky dome trembled violently.
Countless lights, like stars, rose from it, converging in one spot, tearing through the surging darkness, allowing the dawn’s rays to shine down.
In the observation, all the values obtained by the mirrors began to change rapidly, with alarms sounding continuously.
Density sedimentation, depth trends, and even source substance balance started to fluctuate wildly.
On the screens of all observational instruments, those complex curves seemed to be pulled by invisible gravity, intertwining and entangling, alarms sounding continuously.
Something enormous slowly gathered, spread, changing everything within!
This is an unknown Miracle Imprint.
Under the guidance of the melody, the remnants of miracles operated upon the earth, illuminating all things, bringing down redemption and liberation.
Amidst the erosion of the element of destruction and the infection of the marsh people syndrome, countless hybrid souls experienced a completely different transformation.
Abandon Hell!
In the projection of the Sea of Silver, that spreading shadow quickly dissipated.
The rapidly soaring distortion suddenly stopped.
Then, the correction value emerged from nothing, experiencing a rapid ascent...
As if an invisible giant hand reached out from above the sky dome, grasping the falling earth tightly, refusing to allow it to descend any further!
The originally precarious descent surprisingly began to slow down in the intense tremors.
Now, on the screen, the depth index constantly changed, capturing everyone’s eyes, making them stare unblinkingly, witnessing the arrival of a miracle.
Depth... stopped descending!
The entire Tanbo Inner Circle stopped falling! Those souls unwilling to descend into Hell pulled it upwards, the city climbing with difficulty amid blood and fire—
It’s not just the power from the Crow Flock; it’s not a miracle Huai Shi alone could achieve.
It’s the souls in countless pain and despair struggling fiercely, gripping tightly to that thread of hope on the cliff’s edge—
"This is the answer!"
"You all, can you see it?"
"Tanbo Inner Circle rejected Hell!"
In the Decision Room, in the silent air, Luo Su’s projection raised his voice, shouting with all his might: "They are not a hidden danger to the world; there is still value in redemption!"
Behind him, the screen finally displayed the final result.
—Tanbo Inner Circle [Depth 0]!
In the silence, the final deliberation finally ended.
"This is the official permission from the Jurisdiction Bureau, Mr. Luo Su."
Secretary General Ye Gol stood up and handed over the document in his hand: "As you wish, Tanbo Inner Circle will be handed over to you for resolution, hoping the final result will not disappoint."
"Of course."
Luo Su smiled: "All consequences will be handled by the Ivory Tower."
At that moment, above Kyoto, the iron curtain clouds suddenly shook.
Behind the clouds, above the stratosphere, the azure sky suddenly shattered, and a towering mirage emerged, suspended above the clouds of Tanbo Inner Circle.
Phase projections from the Border encompassed everything.
Like a mysterious axle hanging between worlds, silently operating.
Ivory Tower!
"Looks like I’m not needed here anymore."
In front of the Gate of Hell, Shah looked up at the sky dome, shrugged, not knowing whether to feel relaxed or disappointed, and just waved to those behind him.
"Let’s go, Matsumoto." he said, "No time for farewells; there’s still plenty of work ahead."
He said, "We always have to cherish time."
Matsumoto nodded, glanced back at his colleagues and old acquaintances, hesitated to speak, but finally just smiled frankly, bowing in farewell.
Turning, he followed Shah into the darkness of the Gate of Hell.
"Thank you, teacher."
"You’re the first fool to say thank you while jumping into the pit," Shah looked at him curiously: "You’re indeed the worst batch I’ve ever led."
Matsumoto nodded, awkwardly laughed: "I suppose so."
Behind them, the Gate of Hell closed with a roar!
Existence Institute records: Current Circumstances time 6:45 am, Purification Sequence canceled.
Awaiting wait time—seventeen minutes and fourteen seconds.
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As the Gate of Hell closed, within the projection of the Ivory Tower, countless lights flowed out.
For the steel door of the library opened with a roar.
Inside the library, the lonely old man continued to rest on that chair, always nodding off without distinction between day and night, drool dripped, soaking a large part of his collar.
And behind him, in the void, a youth’s outline slowly emerged.
The youth with indigo skin lay lazily among the green grass and flowers, crowned with gold and adorned with peacock feathers, holding an ivory-carved flute in his hand.
Countless flying birds and walking beasts surrounded him, when he lowered his eyes to play the flute, countless souls sang devotedly in the void, making the solemn melody echo between heaven and earth, controlling the rotation of all things.
"Tricking an old man from ICU into running a marathon? That’s illegal, Luo Su, you scoundrel."
He shook his head and sighed, slowly raising the flute in his hand, eyes lowered, mercifully gazing over all things.
The sacred melody sounded here.
Resounding throughout the heavens!
Sacred and evil, eternal and beginning, truth and lie, suffering and torment... everything seemed to swirl at his fingertips, rotating among all things and melody.
Here again, this is proclaimed, the epic of great war, for the welfare of all things between heaven and earth—
Awakening all in deep sleep!
And behind him, in the deepest part of the library, countless silent records of the Heavenly Kingdom emerged with brilliance, and then, those past histories, spirits slumbering in events awakened from their deep sleep.
They were summoned to come.
All the ancient records detached from the paper in the melody, countless characters fluttering in the air, converging into a tide, guided by the Rainbow Bridge, breaking free from the constraints of the borders and current circumstances, traversing millions of miles, extending towards the land beyond.
Just like an army descending from the heavens!
They interwove and transformed into complex Chapters. When overlapping in one place, countless laws created a brand new framework, enveloping the Tanbo Inner Circle.
The solemn divine nature operated here, causing the [Truth Forever] framework to suddenly tremble, revealing countless cracks.
——[The Cosmogony·Bhagavad Gita]!
The power from the Ivory Tower descended upon the earth, colliding with the power of Nowhere.
And in the library, the old man’s bronze cane tapped down.
"The stage is set, kid."
As those cloudy eyes lifted, blazing flames emerged from his pupils, casting towards the earth.
He: "It’s your turn to enter the stage!"
Hence, the hymn of the Bhagavad Gita resonated throughout heaven and earth.
The power from the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy·Maintaining Path emerged——Fifth Stage·Queisna!
The framework of [Truth Forever] trembled again, revealing a fierce crack upon it, followed by a brilliant stream of light falling down, passing through the crack, descending straight and immersing into the Door of the Buried Sacred Place.
An immense amount of source substance flooded in, sweeping, bringing the final qualitative change.
The Silent Dream covering the Tanbo Inner Circle suddenly stirred up hundreds of ripples, converging, overlapping in one place, transforming into a surging tide.
"Truly spectacular, Huai Shi... What is this? Losing from the East, gaining in the Mulberry Fields?"
At the center of the Ivory Tower, Tong Ji murmured softly, laughing: "Perhaps, more than ’Huaizhi Sushi’, in some degree, this is the miracle unique to you?"
In front of her, the Utopia Host that had been rebuilt one-third was endlessly extracting source substance, accompanied by her actions, the ’Sublime Middle-end’ salvaged personally by her roared to life, issuing permissions.
With this as a bridge, forcibly taking over the Soloist’s stigma!
Seventy years later, with the same soul as the axis, the Sublime Middle-end and Book of Fate linked again in the same place, the sacred projection of the former Heavenly Kingdom emerged again.
At that moment, from the fragmented Long Street at the Tanbo Inner Circle, within the collapsed ruins, amidst the burning flames... countless afterimage outlines emerged.
An infinite aggregation of death gathered here.
Using the Soloist’s projection as evidence, those departed souls opened their eyes again, gazing out from the shadow kingdom at this world, looking up at the miracle’s radiant glory.
Barely recognizing their former appearances, yet in those eyes, there was no longer resentment and despair, becoming calm and serene.
Not because of the miracle’s pity, but because of the arrival of hope.
Firmly believing that a ’future’ exists in this world.
Thus, those departed smiled, following the cello’s pieta melody, step by step crossing the burning banner, disappearing into the darkness at the end of the Buried Sacred Place.
From this fleeting Heavenly Dream, welcoming eternal rest.
The door of the Buried Sacred Place gradually collapsed.
Silently dispersed.
"...When the fourth seal was opened, I heard the fourth living creature say, ’Come.’"
Tong Ji softly murmured, "I looked, and behold, a pale horse, and the rider’s name was Death, and the Underworld followed with him; and they were given authority over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword, famine, death, and by the beasts of the earth."
Thus, accompanied by her words, beneath the dispersing miracle of life, within the Casting Furnace, power from death converged to form!
At that moment, the Great Priestess·Huai Shi opened his eyes.
Gazed at the sky, the earth, and everything.
"Hello, world——"
He softly said, "I’m back."
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"Well done, young one! Oh, wait, can you still call an eighteen-year-old ’young one’? ’Youth’? It feels weird..."
Above the collapsed ruins, Liu DongLi set down the binoculars, smiling with relief: "In any case, I’m going to crown you the world’s second most handsome."
He raised his hand, wiped off the black blood at the corner of his mouth. Bowed his head, examined the notebook in his hand, and used a pencil to cross out the second last line.
Only the final item awaited completion.
"Looking at the timetable..." Liu DongLi raised his eyebrows and mockingly looked into the distance: "Next, it’s the time for some people’s impotent rage."
Accompanied by his words, the Empire Hotel collapsed with a roar.
From the vast underground facilities, dozens of thick, hideous deformed arms extended out, as long as if stretching to the unseen end.
And in the shattered overcast clouds in the sky, similar arms fell, intertwining with each other.
Tugging desperately.
Not allowing severance with the Paradise of Bliss.
Just a little more!
Just a bit more!
Beneath the Healer’s face, countless scarlet compound eyes appeared: "You, obstinate by delusion!"
From the countless intertwined arms, the door leading to the Paradise of Bliss opened again.
Having lost the Mirror World as a transit, the current connection between the Paradise of Bliss and current circumstances became unprecedentedly fragile. But as long as the Healer is here, then anytime, he can transform his own shell into a passage, reopening the Door of Paradise.
"——I am not one, I am legion!"
The Healer born from the projection of endless diseases and plagues, is absolutely not an individual, even if representing the Ranch Owner combined with Eternal Beast’s cells, embodying the Swampman Syndrome, it still possesses immense power.
The bell tolled.
The time of Gluttony has arrived!
At this moment, in his summons, sacred light surged from the Door of Paradise.
Countless holy figures with wings descended from Hell, covering the sky and transforming into tides. These belonged solely to the Paradise’s Hell Swarm——Predator Angels!
And at the moment of arrival, numerous angels were devoured by the Healer.
To be precise, they were infected by the essence from the Abyss, forcibly transforming into a higher existence, becoming the Healer’s extension.
In an instant of decay and rebirth, the essence was utterly different.
Plague, descends!
